Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone. It’s pretty much a holiday to go get drunk too (even more so than St. Pat’s) but it’s also my dog’s birthday. And one of the only birthdays I remember. I guess it’s because her name is Cinca de Maya so I can’t really forget. My parent’s didn’t think it was appropriate for a 15 year old to have a dog named Corona, Cerveza, or Tequila. Not that I had ever tried any of those by the age of 15…